I’m with a French man and we’re looking at art work that I’ve been working on. It’s really some beautiful work that involves anodized aluminum panels and custom made frames. I’m enjoying talking with him as we walk thru a huge warehouse filled with art. As we walk into another part of the warehouse, there is a collection of large 4×8 foot pieces with custom made frames make from the sides of trees, bark included. One of them that’s really interesting has red geometric shapes layered across the top of the panel. The Frenchman walks up to it and cuts a big square in the middle of it, completely defacing the art. I feel taken aback. It’s not anything I would’ve expected him to do and I’m not sure how to approach him about it, but it’s definitely not ok. I feel really out of place.

I’m at my mother’s house and I look out the dining room window and see that the ground is moving all over the Kris’ parent’s house. The ground is being torn apart in a pattern from right to left, going around the front of the house and down the block. Then another wave of tearing goes in the opposite direction. Everything is in complete upheaval. I look out the back door and that street is a mess too. I watch my Pathfinder fall into a sinkhole where only the top of it is visible. I walk out with Mel to look at it and it’s comical and I starting laughing. I realize that I’m late for class ‘cos of it.

I’m with Wrigley and Mel in mom’s backyard and Wrigley is depressed. I try to get her to come to me but she won’t which makes my kind of upset.